Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Fertility is a big deal in my town. Continuing on our culture and traditions, born into a town that really knows that it takes a village to raise a child.

I was finally about to find out what losing my virginity would feel like, and I only hoped that Derrick and Lars would be there. They told me they would. Promised, on the very last day of school together, that they’d make my first time something to remember, and with their broad bodies and lusty gaze, I believed them.

Just the thought of Derrick and his short, dark hair and broad smile was enough to make me moan, envisioning what he’d feel like, mouth between my thighs. And Lars, the big, dumb blonde that always held my books for me and was such a gentleman...

“Oh,” I whimpered again as my clit throbbed against my hand.

Women of my town took to bed as many men as they fancied, or dared. That way, each man she fucked had a stake in her children, with it potentially being his. It was an old way of doing things, considered strange beyond our little corner of the world, upon our rocky island, I heard, but it was our way, and felt familiar to me.

The multitude of father’s I had all my life growing up, who loved and adored me, was testament to how lovely it worked. I had but one mom, but so many wonderful dads to take me out for ice cream, to buy me fancy school things, and hold me when I was sad.

I only hoped to give my child the same thing. Starting with Derrick and Lars.

I smiled as a tremor went through my body.

I knew I was a fairly pretty girl. My mom always complimented my child bearing hips, the fullness of my breasts. She said I had the body for breeding, and as I pulled on the bright pink dress, I couldn’t help but agree. I was going to wear ballerina flats, and pull my blonde hair back into a ponytail, so that I could really enjoy my first party.

The party itself wasn’t much. Every night we had one, and it was just some drinks, people milling about and catching up with anyone. All of the eligible fathers who were interested in knocking a lady up, and all the women looking for partners. There were usually more guys than girls, some of my dads told me, and I already had my heart set on two.

But I wanted the chance to have a few drinks and tease the men of the town with my impressive cleavage and round ass.

My mom lived with a couple of my dads, and they were both there for me, smiling proudly as I got myself into shape for the gathering.

“The boys are gonna go wild for you, Becca,” said Tom, the older of my fathers.

“You’re gonna make a great mom,” added on Malcolm.

And I knew they were right, because I’d do whatever I could for my children. Starting with getting them the best fathers I could.

I arrived at the party to the sight of so many smiling, friendly faces. The men there all so pleased to see me. I had a drink in my hands the moment I crossed the threshold. But all the charming, dapper gentleman had to wait a moment, I was on the prowl for two in particular.

Lars stood out the most of the two, the big handsome brute in his simple tight white shirt, holding a drink as he stood beside Derrick. The two of them chatting and looking around. For me, I was sure, because when they saw me, their faces lit up.

“Hey Becca! You made it,” Derrick said with a smile.

“Damn girl,” Lars added on, grabbing his junk so lewdly right there in the middle of the crowded hall. “Maybe we should just go to the bathroom here and now, ‘cause I don’t got the patience to wait for you,” he said with a husky growl.

But he was always like that, and I laughed him off, swatting at his muscular chest playfully. Though, honestly, I was thinking about what he looked like under it. I wanted him just as bad, right then and there, plans be damned.

But that’d be like spilling honey at an ant-hill, and I wanted an absolute say in every man that was to become the father of my baby. Not just allowing any old brute to cum in me.

I smiled towards Derrick, the less crude of the two, as I sipped my drink and gave him my best ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“Glad to see you’re both here,” I purred, my voice breathy.

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Derrick said, his eyes locked with my own so intensely. There was no mistaking how eager he was for me, how much he wanted to be the first father of my child. He’d told me so himself.

He wasn’t lewd like Lars, but he and I had flirted for some time. He’d told me in secret confessional letters, passed across class, that he dreamed that someday I’d let him by the first to slip in me, and we’d move in together, and he’d help me every step of the way, as friends and lovers.

That was the most special kind of bond on the island.

“You kiddin’ me?” Lars intruded on my revelry, as I was remembering the elicit things that Derrick had said. “Been dyin’ to have my go at you since eighth grade,” Lars said with a broad, shameless grin.

I laughed, my eyes sparkling as I took more of my drink, glancing back to the crowd as if I was just so smooth and certain of myself. But honestly, I was a nervous wreck on the inside, and I just wanted to leave, to take them back to my room and finally just feel their cocks pistoning into me.

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; I’d played with myself, fucked myself with my fingers, but more than anything, I wanted their hard dicks.